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During "The Early Years" I had traveled to France for a French girlfriend. In France I fell in love again, except this time it was with the city called Paris. I spent my time as a bohemian on the streets of the Paris with performance artists. When I returned to America, I strolled into my neighborhood junk shop called “The King of Records," a magical place. On his 50th birthday, the neighborhood gave him a huge birthday party and officially coronated him as the “The King of the neighborhood." His junkshop was always filled with jazz musicians and performers. At night he would close the curtains, and the junkshop would turn into a Cabaret. One day as the King and I were driving through the alleys of Boston , I confessed that I really wanted to become an artist. The king then handed me a box of expensive Oil Pastelse that someone had just put in the trash.

So I came home and started making my first paintings.After a while I was spending so much time with the King that the neighborhood started calling me "The Prince." So I created a series of mythical self portraits. With art, I could be anything I wanted, a "Court Jester," a "Cabaret Performer" and "a Prince". For launching my career as an artist, I titled my Paris exhibition: "Le Petit Prince de La Peinture" (The Little Prince of Painting) as a tribute to the imagination and how the King transformed my life...